trip to Amster.
- This is something incredible - Anna has overwhelmed the story - the streets are filled with people, everyone drinks, smokes and has fun ...
I did not specify what exactly everyone smokes, and decided to go on the offensive.
“So you like noisy fun?” Every year, nevertheless, drive ...
- Yes! You know, - she carried it to the revelations, - it is so great to sometimes escape from everyday life and have fun.
- I totally agree with you. We must live, as if for the last time. After all, in fact, we are all on this planet just to be happy and enjoy life. Grandfather Darwin, of course, would have entered into a sophisticated discussion with me, but I am convinced that this is true, despite the fact that for everyone this is the pleasure of life and happiness is achieved in different ways. For example, it is enough for you to go to Amsterdam for the Queen's birthday, but I have not yet grasped my happiness.

What was said seemed to have had some effect, because silence followed. I, remembering that we must speak and touch at the same time, so that the girl perceives you not only as an interlocutor, as if by chance, began to touch her from time to time, allowing her to get used to my touches.
- Do you work or for the most part sit with your son? - I asked, touching her just above the elbow at least three times.
- I am a jewelry designer, I work; sitting with the child, mostly nanny.
“Not bad,” I figured, “I haven't had any designers yet.” In addition, I have a fad on married ladies - there is something in them that is forbidden and incredibly appetizing.

The conversation continued for at least forty minutes. Ruslan was asleep.
To be honest, I do not remember how, but I found myself with a hand on her thigh, turning my body towards her and keeping my eyes on her beautiful eyes.
“You only live once, you know ... We need to recognize the possibilities of getting new experience and impressions with which we, in fact, live,” I continued to hypnotize my opponent, enjoying the process of this game, playing on each other's emotions. Her breathing was already beginning to slow down and get deeper. "It is necessary to strike while it is hot," I thought. In addition, the very fact of the presence of her husband was another extremely exciting factor.
“It’s not always worth getting these impressions,” she still tried to resist.
- Why? Pleasant impressions remain in the memory forever, this is what extends our life experience.
Pupils are dilated, my hand is already stroking the thigh - zero resistance.
- I'm not drunk enough to not be so aware of the surrounding circumstances.
- Drunk - not a question of the presence of alcohol in the blood, but only a state of mind. But I am sure we can ask you to bring you some firewater.
“Whiskey-cola is what makes me drunk.”
- The society of a beautiful girl is what performs this function for me.
The commander of the ship announced the time before landing at Schiphol, Amsterdam - an hour and a half. My hand was dangerously close to the bikini area, eye-to-eye, face in the distance of the palm.
“Get the courage to do something special now, or feel sorry for your missed opportunity all your life,” I said the last jab, got up and headed towards the toilet stall. The fishing rod was abandoned; the bait was strung on a hook in excess.

There was no queue. Luck was on my side. The door should have been left unlocked.

The knock undressed in less than 30 seconds after I entered. The next moment I opened the door, pulled Anya's beauty into the booth, locked the door and kissed her with all the passion I was capable of. My hands were already assessing her elastic ass with might and main - everything turned out to be no less than “excellent”. Grabbing under the ass, I lifted her, she wrapped her legs around me in her beautiful boots, and sat her on the table. The kiss went on.All the researchers of the world could envy my hands; by that moment, the goal of this expedition was already her beautiful third-size breast. I pulled up my blouse - I always had the taste of lace underwear. So without unbuttoning my bra, I decided to play with her nipples hardened by arousal, and the answer was a moan of an extremely excited female, which she tried to suppress with all her strength. Even the hands with which she tried to cope with the buckle of my belt at that moment forgot their primary task and fell into prostration. However, not for long.

I wanted her. My jeans were too tight, since her delicate hands handled my belt and zipper. My lower ego was free. The time has come. Carefully removing the precious gift of fate from the dressing table, I unfolded it, unbuttoning her jeans. She bent down and rested her hands on the far wall - the boots on her, and also the fur jacket that was not removed added a piquancy of the situation - I love my girls dressed, and dressed sexy. Jeans lowered, panties from one set with a bra, I did not even bother to pull, just pushing the strip. When I put the head to her incredibly wet slit, she seemed to even remember the condom, but I no longer remembered, and being completely confident in my ability to restrain and not upset my (at that time) girl, I entered it without too much thought. A loud groan was my answer. I definitely liked this girl, she was passionate and hot, and also knew a lot about clothes. Not that it bothered me at that moment.

I began to move, alternating slow, deep movements with faster, but equally deep penetrations. It definitely had to Anya like. Barely holding back the moans, she still could not control her breathing, and I experienced extreme pleasure, enjoying her condition. Her hand fell on my buttock when I slowed down again, but my plans included a little torturing her, and I ignored her attempts to speed me up. No matter how she suffered, she definitely liked my approach.

This could go on for a very long time. For me. Anya was on the verge. Sensing this, I accelerated, and my hand, which had long found refuge on her clitoris, moved to more active actions. (Porn stories) And if I didn’t squeeze my beautiful Amazon with my second hand, I would wake her peacefully sleeping Ruslan, and I would be rather uncomfortable. I have not seen for a long time the girl finished so violently. For this, I love older girls - they found themselves in sex and know very well how to get and how to have fun. I was far from the finish.

Barely standing on her stunning heels, the beauty decided to thank me. Sitting on the toilet and being right in front of my dick, she gave him a kiss, and then swallowed the head, while her tongue got up absolutely incredible. One of the best blowjob in my life. The time before my eruption was decreasing exponentially, and I, as a well-bred young man, of course, warned her about it, in response to which she only absorbed my member more deeply into her wonderful mouth. Taking off the burden of responsibility, I no longer impeded myself in the path of pleasure and released the brakes.

She swallowed everything, after which I could not help but kiss her - the girls love it. The kiss came out passionate and extremely satisfied on both sides.
- I told you that this would be a unique, extremely pleasant experience ...
- And I do not regret at all that I will now have memories of him!

She, of course, rinsed my mouth while I cleaned myself up. After that, it was decided that I will leave first. Fortunately, the plane was large and the queue was not formed. We managed to leave the shelter unnoticed by anyone except the pretty flight attendant who turned red when I winked at her.We came out very on time - the “Fasten seat belts” board caught fire, and the captain announced a decline. In our places, Ruslan was still sleeping peacefully, not even waking up, while we crawled past him to our seats.

The earth was coming. It dawned on me, because I did not even ask her phone.
- You know, I will be in Moscow somewhere in a month. You're great, I'll call you - I put my iPhone in her pen.
With a smug, sweet smile, she wrote down her number and returned my apparatus to me. About a second later, Ruslan woke up. The chassis touched the landing strip in the land of tulips.

“Have a good time in Amsterdam,” I voiced to them my wish at the exit from the plane. He shook hands with Ruslana, smiled at Ana blindingly, and went on to land on the flight to Boston.
“I guess I'll really call her,” I thought, squinting against the rising sun of the Netherlands.

Hmm, it turned out a little messy, I apologize. If you have any suggestions, advice or criticism, I will be grateful. I would also be happy if someone wants to talk or share their experiences or opinions.

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